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♪♪

Fred, what are you doing?

We've gotta start the Would You Wrather.

These cash cubes blow around hundreds of dollars.

I bet there's still money in here from the last guy who used it.

Or his wig.

[phones pinging]

Ollie, yet another meme?!

This is the tenth one you've sent today.

You are welcome.

Ooh, let me see! I love a good meme.

"Life is ruff."

Oh, that is wonderful!

[laughs]

Hey, Wratherheads!

Coop and Cami here with today's dirty question:

Would you rather be stuck in a cash cube

with the nasty contents of our vacuum bag?

Or with a giant collection of already chewed bubble gum?

Vote now!

All right, looks like vacuum bag wins!

Okay, Ollie, in you go.

What if dirt gets in my mouth?

Should I just eat the dirt?

Can I time travel in this thing?

[Coop] Uh-oh.

MamaWrather says, "Since Cami blew off her chores all week,

she should get in the cube."

Ooh, sorry.

Tell that fan we don't take suggestions.

[Jenna] Not a suggestion!

Going...

If you travel back in time,

will you tell "younger me"

not to stick that toy soldier up my nose?

You got it, Ollie.

I'm sure this thing won't be too bad.

[button dings, air whirs]

Make it stop!

Ew! What is this stuff?!

This is so gross! Cooper! Hurry!

What is this?!

[cube powers down]

That wasn't so bad, was it?

[coughs]

♪♪

♪ Would you rather lose your phone ♪

♪ Or give up pizza for a month? ♪

♪ Share your diary with the world ♪

♪ Or have to eat it for your lunch? ♪

♪ Sing out of tune to your friends ♪

♪ Or trip and fall into your crush? ♪

♪ Shave your head, paint it red ♪

♪ Or use your dog's toothbrush? ♪

♪ We need a little Q and A ♪

♪ Come on Wratherheads, play along ♪

♪ Would you rather do this ♪

♪ Would you rather do this ♪

♪ Or would you rather do that ♪

♪ Would you rather do that ♪

♪ Don't matter what we do ♪

♪ We're doing it with you ♪

♪ I'd rather do that ♪

♪ Ask the world ♪

♪ Would you rather do this ♪

♪ Would you rather do this ♪

♪ Or would you rather just dance ♪

♪ Or would you rather just dance ♪

♪ No matter what we do ♪

♪ We're doing it with you ♪

♪ I'd rather do that ♪

♪ Ask the world! ♪

♪ Would you rather do that? ♪

Anyone wants me, I'll be in the back

doing my junior firefighter training.

'Cause I'm gonna be a junior firefighter.

Tomorrow after I take my junior firefighter test.

I like saying "junior firefighter."

I can tell.

And can I just say we are all very proud of you.

Thanks, Mom.

Junior firefighter!

Oh, I see you, you white-haired cyclops!

You better not be talking to your grandmother.

No, it's this game Caleb got me hooked on:

"The Bridges of Krudd."

It's taken me a month, but I'm just one level away

from getting the Troll home to safety!

See? That's my avatar. I'm a trinicorn.

That's a unicorn with three horns.

Doesn't anyone play checkers anymore?

-What are you climbing? -Oh!

A wizard just bestowed me with webbed feet,

giving me the ability to scale castle walls.

That one's on me for asking.

[Cami] Ugh!

That's a good look.

Let me guess-- another one of Pam's pranks?

Yep. I filled her backpack with stink bugs,

and she rigged my beanie with shaving cream.

[scoffs] Look, I know you two are enemies,

but this is too much.

This prank war stops now.

Oh, it's gonna stop.

'Cause I have one more that's gonna end it all.

If you tried to rent another army tank,

you and I are in for a long talk.

Besides, with you,

there is no such thing as "just one more."

But Mom! I can't let Pam have the last laugh.

She'd win! My honor's at stake.

Plus, she'd win!

Fine.

You're gonna do one more, aren't you?

And it's gonna be a whopper.

Is this really necessary?

[hisses]

Firefighters constantly have to rescue cats from trees!

Now give me a boost.

Wow, so many questions.

Oh. Fred's been helping me get ready

for the agility part of the test.

Watch.

Wait, Fred's your agility trainer?

No disrespect, but that's a little-- [laughing]

-[Fred] A little what? -Aah!

How'd you do that?

You were just there

-and now you're-- -[Fred] Over here?

Four years of tap dancing. Fastest tootsies in town.

He's helped slash my obstacle course time in half.

Well good for you, Fred.

And Coop, I just came out to give you this.

Dad's helmet!

Thought it might inspire you for tomorrow.

Wow. Thanks.

I was never supposed to touch this as a kid.

He did anyway.

He'd put it on and tag along with his dad to the station,

pretending to be a fireman.

Aww, that is so cute.

You're gonna make me smear my cat makeup.

Oh look, I even have an old video.

[message alert]

Ollie, stop sending memes!

[Ollie] Never! Meme life!

[Jenna] Okay, Coop. Listen to Dad.

[young Cooper mimics sirens]

All right, Coop. There's the fire,

and it's a big one. You know what to do.

[Dad laughing]

I'm sorry, Big Frank!

Our kid is a natural!

[Jenna] He sure is.

There you are. Good job!

I remember that.

Big Frank knows a lot of bad words.

You should meet his wife.

Anyway, I know you're gonna do great tomorrow.

Well, it's a tough test.

I just hope I can pass so I can make Dad proud.

Of course you'll pass. You're a Wrather.

Yes, we are!

♪♪

Whoa, have you been up all night?

I'm moments away from completing the final level of my game.

That's it, tiny goblin.

Drink my potion.

It's just a harmless elixir.

Ha! I lied!

Wither away, you putrid beast!

I dance on your wrinkled body!

I worry about you.

But my focus is taking down Pam.

What's your plan?

I got a guy.

Calls himself "The Artist."

He "paints" his victims by launching a paint balloon in a sneak attack.

Then he's gone in a flash.

You know Mom's gonna ground you for life, right?

[alerts chiming]

Oh, yay. Ollie sent another meme.

It's Santa playing the drums.

"Me at my day job"?

Delete.

Anyway, Mom's never gonna know.

I'm just gonna text The Artist now, and then it's done!

Okay, "I need you to paint Pam tomorrow."

Send.

Oops. "Pam" autocorrected to "Mom."

That's funny. Can you imagine?

Sorry, meant to say...

Um... why isn't my phone working?

It's frozen.

It-- it won't let me type anything.

It won't even restart!

Look, mine's frozen too. My game!

Ugh, Charlotte!

The Artist thinks the target is Mom!

So? Call him on another phone.

I can't! I only have his contact info on this one.

Aah! Why won't you work?

We're about to head to the station for Coop's test,

but none of our phones are working.

Neither are ours. What's happening?

Remember those funny memes I sent you?

Turns out one-- or all of them--

were infected with a virus.

It was all.

Ollie, none of us have working phones now!

Looks like we're the ones having the "ruff" day!

[giggling] Oh, that is wonderful!

Um, okay. Just give me your devices.

I'll take 'em to Gary's Phone Shack

and get them fixed before anyone gets painted--

splattered-- I mean, just give me your phones.

Thanks, Cami.

We'll see you girls when we get back with our Official Junior Firefighter!

Mom, I haven't passed the test yet.

Tell Gary my password is, uh, "Captain Calves."

♪♪

Fred, I'm the one taking the test. Why are you stretching?

I've planned a breakdance routine for after you pass.

My gift for your hard work.

All right, everybody, as you know,

the Junior Firefighters test is only offered once a year,

so give it your all.

And, uh, try not to be intimidated by this guy.

Thank you, Captain.

The dictionary defines courage as--

Not you.

Cooper Wrather.

This guy's the son of a legend: Eric Wrather.

We're all expecting big things from you, Coop.

Let's go, Cooper!

Mom, this isn't a hockey game.

[both] Coop-er! Coop-er!

[blows air horn]

First up is the hose carry.

You'll each have 25 seconds to get them to the drum,

make a 180-degree turn, then return to the finish line.

First cadet, to your mark. Go!

[blows whistle]

Wrather, you're on the clock!

♪♪

[Jenna] You got this, Coop!

Ohh! Aggh, my knee!

Cooper!

♪♪

All right, that's it. Easy does it.

I'll be okay.

Just try to lean a little less on my shoulder.

The doctor said even though it's not serious,

you need to stay off that knee.

I'll grab some better pillows.

Mom, I'll be fine with these!

I can't believe this happened.

This is all on me. I'm a fraud!

Take this training license and tear it to shreds.

This is a frozen yogurt punch card.

Ooh, gimme!

I'm only one double swirl away from a freebie.

Here you go, sweetie.

A pillow, an ice pack, and a juice box for my special little man.

I can't help but notice there's only one juice box.

Mom, you don't have to baby me.

[baby-talking] Okay. You yell if you need anything.

Well, well, well.

Do I smell deception in the air?

What are you talking about?

Coop, I'm your best friend

and I know that when you're really hurt or sick

you love being babied.

-I do not! -Please.

Remember when you stubbed your toe

and Jenna had to carry you all over the house?

That was you.

Don't sass me!

You get a headache, and suddenly we're all the hired help.

"I need, I want, me, me, me!"

I don't act like that.

Oh, so now you're saying I don't know my own best friend?

Maybe not as well as you think you do.

-Okay. -Okay.

-Okay. -Okay!

-Okay! -Okay!

Fred, you left the door open!

♪♪

Bad news.

Gary says our phones won't be fixed 'til Friday.

Wait, so I can't save my Troll for another two days?

The Snow People will cook him for supper!

When did you become the weird one?

Guys, focus.

Today's the day our mother is targeted to be blasted with paint.

Because of you.

No need to point fingers, Ollie.

Sorry. Because of you.

Well since I have no way of calling The Artist off,

the only move here is to play defense.

We need to keep Mom safe.

We?

You have to help me. Come on!

Without your phone, you can't save the Troll,

but you can save Mom.

Please. Just because I can't finish my game

you think I'll jump onboard with you?

-Uh huh. -I ,Trinicorn,

first of my name, mother of all unicorns,

accept your noble offer.

I'm not sure what to do right now.

Cooper, you know Tickles.

Also known as Sir Licks-A-Lot.

Fred, you know dog licks creep me out.

Why'd you bring him in here?

There are two things Tickles loves more than anything.

Me... and bologna.

And the three of us are about to prove that you're up to something!

Fred, I don't enjoy having bologna rubbed on my face!

Doesn't feel like something I should have to say.

Once I let Tickles off his leash,

he's gonna take one whiff of you and get to lickin'.

I'd start running now.

You know I can't run.

Did I mention he was diagnosed with overactive salivary glands?

Imagine both of us having the same affliction.

Ready. Set...

Okay, stop! I'm faking it!

A-ha! Told ya I knew my best friend!

In your face!

So, tell me what's going on, bud?

I don't wanna talk about it.

Just promise you won't tell my mom.

Sure, don't worry.

But whenever you're ready to talk, I'm here.

Thanks, Fred.

Bring it in, big guy.

Fred, do something!

Aw!

I patrolled the grounds.

The perimeter is secure, and Mom is in her room.

-No, I'm not. -[both] Oh!

You scared the orc-berries out of me.

Well, then I'm glad it's not laundry day.

Excuse me, girls, I need to get out.

"Out"? Like, "outside"?

Your issues are not in my teen manual.

-Excuse me. -Heh.

Okay, what are we doing?

We don't want you to leave.

Stay here and be close to us.

Save it, we're not putting in a pool.

Ollie, what'd I tell you about leaving your toys in the yard?

The Artist!

What was that?

Oh, we call Ollie... The... Fartist.

It's Fart Doctor, M.D.

Your mom is gonna be home soon.

You should really put your brace back on.

Yeah, I guess Tickles' pee should be dry by now.

Still wet.

[Jenna] Coop, I'm home!

Put it on, Cooper! Put it on!

Ugh, I forgot which knee it goes on!

It was on your... gah! I forgot too!

The right knee!

Wait, my right or your right?

-I don't know! -[Jenna] It was actually the left.

[awkward chuckle]

Your left? Or his left?

♪♪

Let's talk.

Mom, you wouldn't understand.

Well, help me understand,

'cause I don't like being lied to.

I don't know.

I was there at the fire station.

I saw Dad's picture, his helmet.

All the awards.

Everything reminded me what a superhero he was.

It just kinda hit me all at once.

What if I can't live up to that?

So you faked getting hurt?

I'm sorry I lied.

But what if Eric Wrather's own kid failed the test?

I'd be letting down Dad.

Coop...

I didn't give you this so you'd compare yourself to Dad.

I just wanted you to feel like he was always with you.

This is your journey.

Also, can I tell you a secret?

Your Dad...

[whispers] wasn't a superhero.

Couldn't fly,

didn't ace every test,

and there were times he doubted himself, just like you're doing.

-Really? -Yeah.

But he'd never let that stop him.

He'd always say, "Never quit..."

[both] ..."and you'll never let yourself down."

He told me that when I was convinced I'd never learn how to skate.

And now you're co-captain of your hockey team.

He was right.

Oh, man. I should have never bailed on the test!

Now I can't retake it for a year.

Oh, maybe, maybe not.

Let me see what I can do.

I know some people down at the station...

and their secrets.

♪♪

All right. We need to make sure we know where Mom is at all times.

-I'm on it. -Hey, girls.

-Aah! --She's right there.

Ooh. So what do you think of my new sweater?

I'm gonna wear it when Coop

takes his Junior Firefighter test again this afternoon.

-You're going out again? -In that?

You could have just said, "Not a fan."

I'm gonna finish getting ready.

If Mom goes out in that, she'll be a walking paint canvas!

We need a new strategy.

It's too bad this isn't "The Bridges of Krudd."

You know, I could offer the Elf King a magic goat for his Mirror Stone.

What does that do?

Well, it allows you to create multiple fake trolls

so the attacking ogres don't know which is the real one. Duh.

Charlotte, you're brilliant.

Aw, it's why the hill gnomes wrote a song about me:

"The Ballad of Lady Webbed Feet."

I'm gonna get you help... but right now,

we need to get multiple look-alikes to confuse The Artist!

We may not have a Mirror Stone, but we have Mom's cousins!

Okay...

[dial tone]

Do you know how to work this thing?

All I hear is weird humming.

[clears throat] Call cousin Jane.

[busy signal]

♪♪

Mom, isn't it nice to have all this family support here for Cooper?

Sit down, Jane!

I told you no bathroom breaks!

Hey, Mom, Big Frank taught me some cool new words.

Say them and you'll get some cool new punishments.

[Jenna] Here he comes!

Nice work! Hose drag complete!

Last challenge-- dummy rescue!

Hurry! Clock is ticking!

You got this, Coop!

This is it! All he has to do

is get that dummy over the finish line.

-He's got this! -Go Coop!

Almost... there...

Come on, Coop! Move your lazy--!

Uh-oh, change of plans.

This finish line has suddenly caught fire.

The new end point is over there.

That wasn't in the handbook!

You gotta be prepared for the unexpected.

Those cones are flames.

Touch one and you're out! Twenty-five seconds.

[Cooper grunting]

[all gasp]

Don't give up!

[panting] You can do this.

[grunting]

Five, four, three, two...

[cheering]

-You did it! -All right, baby bro!

That's my boy!

Nice one, Coop!

I made it.

It's official.

You're Station Fourteen's newest Junior Firefighter.

Nice going, Wrather.

[cheering and applause]

Nice work, my friend.

As a congratulations, I'm giving you my free fro-yo.

The break dance is still a work in progress.

Oh, who am I kidding? You deserve it.

Well, looks like we can go home now.

-Sorry, I thought you were-- -She's over here!

Mom.

Oh, come on!

Why am I holding your hand?

I left my camera in the car.

[both] Nooooooo!

Mom!

[both gasping]

I did it. I saved the Troll!

Did you just call me a--

Trinicorn victory dance!

Clippity, cloppity, clippity, cloppity...

Soooooo... Cooper faked an injury?

What's up with that?

You went ahead with the prank, didn't you?

Yes. But to be fair,

one could argue this is punishment enough.

Hmm. They' would be really, really wrong.

Clippity, cloppity, clippity, cloppity,

clippity, cloppity, clippity, cloppity...

You earned that helmet today.

And it looks really great next to Dad's.

I think so too.

It's moments like these that mothers live for.

Well, I gotta go hose down your sisters.

I didn't give up, Dad.

[sighs] And I never will.

♪♪

[Charlotte] Clippity, cloppity...